It's strange. Wei Xiaoqing followed Zhou Xuan's gaze to the television, where a weather forecast was being broadcast. What's so exciting about that? Is it because the weather is nice?
The people present—the old man, Old Li, and Wei Haihong—were all astonished by Zhou Xuan's statement that he had cured the shrapnel in Old Li's body. Old Li, in particular, was still somewhat skeptical, even after so much time had passed. His belief, of course, stemmed from the old man's and his own trust in Zhou Xuan. But the matter was indeed too unbelievable to ignore.
Zhou Xuan was in no mood to pay attention to them anymore. He pulled Wei Haihong aside and whispered, "Brother Hong, I need to go to New York again. It might take a while. Please look after things at home for me!"
Wei Haihong asked in surprise, "Didn't you just come back from New York? Why are you going again?"
Zhou Xuan shook his head, but said firmly, "Brother Hong, this is my own business. But don't worry, nothing will happen. I might need to stay for a while, and I can't take care of things at home, so please keep an eye on things, Brother Hong!"
Wei Haihong nodded and said, "Alright. But you need to be careful. Do you need me or someone to go with you?"
Wei Haihong never refused Zhou Xuan's requests. Moreover, Zhou Xuan rarely asked him for favors. Today, Tiankou asked him for something, so it must be something serious. I suppose it's still about Fu Ying. Sigh, Xiaoqing," he sighed as he looked at Wei Xiaoqing.
He hurriedly said goodbye to the old man and Old Li. The old man asked in surprise, "Why are you in such a hurry? If there's anything you need, just ask the third brother to do it for you. There's no need to rush!"
"No need, sir, Mr. Li, I have to go!" Zhou Xuan shook his head, took a few steps and then turned back to say, "Mr. Li, you should still go to the hospital for an X-ray!"
Old Li nodded blankly. Although he was somewhat skeptical, he felt incredibly comfortable and his mind was perfectly clear. He began to carefully recall Zhou Xuan's words, and his heart started pounding wildly.
Wei Xiaoqing followed and drove the car. Zhou Xuan got in and said hurriedly, "Take me home quickly!"
Wei Xiaoqing frowned. She drove the car onto the road before asking, "What's wrong with you? One minute you have something to do, the next you're fine. Then something else happens!"
Zhou Xuan waved his hand. He lowered his head in thought, ignoring Wei Xiaoqing.
Wei Xiaoqing drove angrily, wondering what exactly caused Zhou Xuan's sudden change of heart.
Upon returning to the villa in Hongcheng Garden, Zhou Xuan hurriedly went upstairs, grabbed a small suitcase, packed a few clothes, and then carried the suitcase downstairs to the living room. Jin Xiumei and Wei Xiaoqing were talking in hushed tones when they heard Zhou Xuan come downstairs, and Wei Xiaoqing quickly fell silent.
Jin Xiumei stared at Zhou Xuan and asked, "Where are you going with that suitcase?"
Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "Mom, I'm going to New York to bring my daughter-in-law back to you!"
These words startled both Jin Xiumei and Wei Xiaoqing, especially Wei Xiaoqing, whose heart skipped a beat. She immediately recalled Zhou Xuan's expression at her uncle's place and suddenly understood. Could it be that Zhou Xuan had received some news about Fu Ying? Thinking of this, Wei Xiaoqing's face turned as white as snow!
"Son, are you alright, daughter-in-law?" Jin Xiumei asked in a trembling voice, intending to say "wife." But then she remembered that Fu Ying was gone and Wei Xiaoqing was standing beside her, so she swallowed the words "wife." "Didn't Yingying already make things clear? You just got back from New York, why are you going again?"
Zhou Xuan said with a grin, "Mom, don't worry, there are reasons for this. I understand now. Yingying is your daughter-in-law. She always will be. I'll go and bring her back right now!"
When Jin Xiumei saw Zhou Xuan's joyful expression as he spoke, a stark contrast to the forced smile she had shown a few days ago, she was genuinely happy, which was quite perplexing!
If Jin Xiumei could see it, how could Wei Xiaoqing not? She stood there dumbfounded for a moment, her heart sinking into an abyss!
Zhou Xuan waved his hand, then walked out carrying his bag, only to bump into his younger sister Zhou Ying as she came in at the door.
Zhou Ying immediately exclaimed with delight, "Brother, I was just looking for you! Brother Junjie has brought back a convoy from Yunnan, and Brother ** has rented that old factory where you guys cut stones last time. The factory is big enough!"
Zhou Xuan still remembered the old factory where they had unearthed the emeralds last time. Only the uncle and nephew remained at the factory. After thinking for a moment, he immediately said, "Sister, that place is good. Go and tell ** right away. Your brother Junjie is back too. Perfect timing. Have ** negotiate a price to buy the factory. If they can't reach an agreement, they can rent it first. We'll talk about it when I get back. Remember to lock up all the raw stones that have been brought back. Hire a few people and have your second brother guard them personally. When I get back, remember to make it clear to your second brother that not a single stone can be lost. There are treasures inside!"
Zhou Ying had always trusted her eldest brother, Zhou Xuan, the most since she was a child. And her eldest brother had truly given her and her family so many surprises. Now that her eldest brother was speaking to her so earnestly, Zhou Ying gritted her teeth and nodded, saying, "Okay, I'll tell my second brother in secret, or maybe I should go and keep watch?"
“What’s a girl like you doing guarding the shop? Just send your second brother. She definitely can’t go herself. Let’s hire two security guards to guard it together, preferably people we know, that way we can trust her. I’m leaving now, I’ll arrange the rest when I get back!” Zhou Ying asked, both worried and curious, “Brother, where are you going again?”
"Get things done!" Zhou Xuan smiled, waved his hand, picked up his suitcase, and went out.
Zhou Ying shook her head helplessly and went into the living room. She saw her mother standing there blankly, while Wei Xiaoqing was in tears. Startled, she quickly grabbed Wei Xiaoqing's hand and asked, "Xiaoqing, what's wrong?"
Wei Xiaoqing could no longer hold back and burst into tears, hugging Zhou Ying.
Zhou Xuan took a taxi straight to Beijing International Airport, where he bought a ticket to New York in the airport terminal. However, the flight was for the evening, and it was only a little past one o'clock, leaving him with a full five hours to go.
This time, Zhou Xuan was still somewhat unsettled. Although he was certain that Fu Ying didn't really want to break up with him, just like last time, he was still incredibly excited.
He sat down and carefully looked around, only breathing a sigh of relief after confirming that Wei Xiaoqing wasn't there. However, he still felt a pang of sadness. Although Wei Xiaoqing was from Hangzhou, she was truly devoted to him and had been genuinely good to him. Given her status and background, she was more than a match for him. But he could never make any promises to another girl in his life!
It's better to hurt a girl temporarily than to hurt her forever!
On the plane, Zhou Xuan tried hard to sleep, but still couldn't fall asleep. Thinking about the dangers of the journey ahead, he put down his chair and started practicing his ice-cooling exercises while half-lying down.
When Zhou Xuan arrived at New York Airport, it was 3 a.m. He simply waited in the departure lounge until dawn before leaving. This time, he was prepared; he remembered Fu Ying's house number and the Chinatown street sign, and wrote it down on a piece of paper. "This is the English name of Chinatown. There are street signs at the intersections of Chinatown, with both Chinese and English signs." Zhou Xuan had secretly memorized it last time.
After hailing a taxi outside, Zhou Xuan handed the paper to the driver so he could see the words on it clearly.
Who knew the driver would say in Chinese, "Are you Chinese?"
Zhou Xuan was stunned for a moment, then delighted. He then noticed that the driver was over forty years old, with dyed blond hair, but his face was that of a typical Asian.
“Yes, yes, I’m Chinese. Are you Chinese too, driver?” Zhou Xuan asked happily.
"Yes, I'm from Zhejiang. I've been here for ten years. Although I drive a taxi, I have my own rules!" the driver said with a smile. "When I see an Asian, I always ask them first. I don't pick up Japanese people!"
Zhou Xuan laughed immediately. Thinking of Fujimoto and Ito, he felt a pang of unease. Those two Japanese devils were probably now either in a police station or wandering the streets of Tengchong. He'd squandered all their money; they were unlikely to have a good life.
"Driver, I need to go to this place in Chinatown!"
The driver didn't even turn his head; he simply raised his right hand and made a gesture of camaraderie in the air.
The driver only took forty minutes to get to the Fu family's house in Chinatown. When they arrived, the driver looked at the house and exclaimed in surprise, "Young man, is this the house you're going to? This is the most famous family in Chinatown!"
Zhou Xuan nodded casually, paid the fare, and got out of the car.
At the gate, Zhou Xuan looked around at the familiar place. He had sat here for several days and nights just a few days ago, and now he was back, but this time with confidence.
I took a deep breath and then rang the doorbell.
Less than a minute later, the same woman who opened the door was the same one from last time.
Frowning, she said with a hint of anger, "Why are you here again?"